A Frost poem is in the news this week. One that has a lot to say about tradition. Being a Gardnerian, practicing old rites just as they have been passed down to me, I think a lot about tradition, its values and drawbacks. Here’s the poem: Mending Wall Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun, And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work... Read more